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I am all thy cardinal points, a new gold dawn.

Breath yellow clouds of curling fog, as sodium gaslights call my Victorian crown.

Oh Glory come to me from the East(end) and let my heart beat as thine own, to bring an autumn of terror to these infernal streets.

From Hell, I am Whitechapel, An embrace of the beautiful, for 1888 a year I will make mine own…

for all to remember…

I want to embrace the beautiful

I want to embrace the beautiful

From Hell, (I Am Whitechapel)

I - Am - From - Hell

Majesty, I know thy name, I am thy Great Work.

Breathe red clouds of sanguine serenity, from the bodies worn in your Victory crown.

Oh, Gore, though hast my mind transfixed, this metropolis dark heart is mine own.

Lead me through your streets, allow my Whitechapel to never die as we reach through the ages From Hell… let this glorious age be for all those who remember…

I want to embrace the beautiful

I want to embrace the beautiful

From Hell, (I Am Whitechapel)

I - Am - From - Hell

My work is now done! I am finished here.

Breathe through the ages and see what I have wrought.

You, majesty of the dark hold, the place of my birth will live on, metropolis to many, a bosom of light to none, as your streets will swallow all of you and yours who stay too long.

I am From Hell… I will never leave for I am all of you!

I want to embrace the beautiful

I want to embrace the beautiful

From Hell, (I Am Whitechapel)

I - Am - From - Hell

I Am From Hell